There are ashes on the mantle
A cut silhouette of a man by the fire
Yearning in his bones
An empty heart in his pocket

~All spent on her

He remembers her on mother’s days
Longs for her on Sundays
His forever love, sitting on the mantle
Waiting for him

Ashes come to ashes
Love turns back to dust
Reunited on the mantle
A final act of trust

There are ashes in the wind

~G S Phillips~

(The poem ‘Irene’ Belongs to me, G S Phillips, it is subject to UK copyright law, please do not copy or redistribute without my permission.)